The result of a toxic chemical imbalanceLeft her embarrassed to be seen,To be beheld by anyone other than those

who knew her truth and the depth of her dreams.Who wouldn't judge her for the way the bumps multiplied,And for the oily skin that despised the antidotes she supplied,Proactively seeking treatment to also heal the pain on the inside.

Insecurity, an unfortunate immaterial wealth;Always wishing to be anyone else.She lacked the confidence to seek the help.No one wants to smile at a girl who doesn't want to smile at herself.

Brown spots on brown skinMar her, make it hard for her to blend in.Concealer to help conceal her,

she never felt comfortable in the confines of her own within.Makeup to make her new,

to mask her imperfections from the world's view;

not to heal what's real, but to hide what's true.

She appears to disappear deep into herself

in hopes that no one would notice,superficial layers to hide her shame from an artificial surface.